This is one of those painted walls in our city. A painted wall which turned out pretty good. It is one of the few things that struck me as I was walking. It looks like a girl who is in distress. A girl who is like me. A girl who is full of mishaps and misfortunes. A girl who is filled with anger and loneliness. But still trying to have a brave front and not let others see how weak, vulnerable and fragile I really am.